I would warn you not to visit my mom's blog, for fear of the picture she just posted.
But if I did, you would just go and look anyway.
So I can't prevent you.
I am sighing a sigh of exasperation.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
-something to ponder in your free time-
This confused me...It says "100% Grated Parmesan Cheese".
Does it mean the cheese is 100% Grated, or 100% Parmesan Cheese?
Hmmmm....
Does it matter?;)
Does it mean the cheese is 100% Grated, or 100% Parmesan Cheese?Hmmmm....
Does it matter?;)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Dance Pictures
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Springtime and Such
God blessed us with multitudes of brilliant colors this spring!
Clematis, I believe...I love this stuff.
Clematis, I believe...I love this stuff.My Spy Pictures
It was raining, so to capture the excitment of the pool process, I was a super spy and took creeper pictures from inside...
There's one of the pool men!
They did something and it bubbled! How exciting! I bet the Loch Ness monster's in there...except then it wouldn't be the Loch Ness monster...it would be the Light's Pool monster, which isn't as intimidating.
Everyone (besides my super-spy-self) had to go outside and watch...because so much was happening.

I looked slightly better this morning, and it looked a LOT better this afternoon when the sun was shining and the water was pretty and sparkly! Anyway, there's the EXCITING pool news.
There's one of the pool men!
They did something and it bubbled! How exciting! I bet the Loch Ness monster's in there...except then it wouldn't be the Loch Ness monster...it would be the Light's Pool monster, which isn't as intimidating.
Everyone (besides my super-spy-self) had to go outside and watch...because so much was happening.
I looked slightly better this morning, and it looked a LOT better this afternoon when the sun was shining and the water was pretty and sparkly! Anyway, there's the EXCITING pool news.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The Pool Men cometh!
The pool guys came and opened the pool this morning. Actually, they're in the process of opening the pool...They took the cover off and poured a bunch of chemicals and acids and all that jazz into the nasty green water, and then they opened some sort of drain, and then they turned on the hose and stuck that in the water...That run-on sentence sounds like I'm describing a surgery or something.
It's like they poured magic fairy dust into the water; the pool is clearing up! I think the draining of the something-or-other and the unclogging of the drain-or-something-like-that probably helps a little bit. I like to believe it's the magic fairy dust.
The removing of the cover was very exciting because we had no idea what the actual pool looked like. It has blue decorative tile around the edge, but it's only 6 feet deep. So NO DIVING (sad face), unless you're short (like me!!!) and you're careful... Good thing everyone in our family (minus a few cousins and uncles) are practically hobbits (minus the hairy feet).
Pictures of the EPIC POOL CLEANING PROCESS to follow...
It's like they poured magic fairy dust into the water; the pool is clearing up! I think the draining of the something-or-other and the unclogging of the drain-or-something-like-that probably helps a little bit. I like to believe it's the magic fairy dust.
The removing of the cover was very exciting because we had no idea what the actual pool looked like. It has blue decorative tile around the edge, but it's only 6 feet deep. So NO DIVING (sad face), unless you're short (like me!!!) and you're careful... Good thing everyone in our family (minus a few cousins and uncles) are practically hobbits (minus the hairy feet).
Pictures of the EPIC POOL CLEANING PROCESS to follow...
Friday, May 1, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Happiness is....organized sheet music!
Every time I clean my room, I find various pieces of music scattered with no hint of order throughout my stuff. So I'll stick it in a folder, label it "sheet music" and toss it back where I found it. Soon, as you can probably guess, I no longer found pieces of scattered sheet music but scattered folders of sheet music. Alas..
*cue dramatic background music*
I now have compiled all of the little folders of music, I also...ready for this?....organized them all by what type of music they are.
I know. My jaw dropped, too.
*cue dramatic background music*
I now have compiled all of the little folders of music, I also...ready for this?....organized them all by what type of music they are.
I know. My jaw dropped, too.
First, we have the green folder that contains Christmas music. Before this process, I did not realize that our family owned about 7 identical copies of "Carol of the Bells"...so if anyone wants to sing it sometime...
Next, the purple folder, full of choir music, various beginning piano pieces from a million years ago, and a couple solo vocal things.
Next, we have - my favorite - the black folder. In here is music from past shows, useful for cast parties and possibly audition pieces. It also contains the libretto for Pirates.
It's the biggest one.
Finally, the white folder, which I use for music that I'm currently working on. It's pretty empty now, because I took out all my Pirates music and the libretto and moved them to the black folder...kind of sad:(Ah, organization. It's a beautiful thing.
Confession of the Day
Confession time, confession time, confession tiiiiiiime! *jazz hands* yeah!
So...here goes.
I am deathly afraid of giving blood. Never mind that I've never actually tried giving blood...I'm very afraid of it. Needles, passing out...ug!
I know, I know..."save up to three lives!!" Can't I just donate money, and save three lives that way?
To make matters worse:
1) My blood type is O. That means that the blood drive people will stalk me and send me postcards and leave recorded messages on my answering machine asking for blood. Imagine how creepy that is..."Hello, Jenna....give us your lovely type O blood, please..."
2) In a few years, my best friend will be, like, a phlobotomist! Look it up, I didn't know what it was either...Anyway. She'll be certified to draw blood!! Actually, she's going to be a nurse, but she'll be able to take blood, too. She has said in the past that as soon as she's certified she's "coming to get me," which is kind of weird and scary. I should move to Slovenia.
So...here goes.
I am deathly afraid of giving blood. Never mind that I've never actually tried giving blood...I'm very afraid of it. Needles, passing out...ug!
I know, I know..."save up to three lives!!" Can't I just donate money, and save three lives that way?
To make matters worse:
1) My blood type is O. That means that the blood drive people will stalk me and send me postcards and leave recorded messages on my answering machine asking for blood. Imagine how creepy that is..."Hello, Jenna....give us your lovely type O blood, please..."
2) In a few years, my best friend will be, like, a phlobotomist! Look it up, I didn't know what it was either...Anyway. She'll be certified to draw blood!! Actually, she's going to be a nurse, but she'll be able to take blood, too. She has said in the past that as soon as she's certified she's "coming to get me," which is kind of weird and scary. I should move to Slovenia.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
David Cook
On Monday night, Dad surprised us with tickets to see David Cook! DAVID COOK! If you have no idea who he is, don't feel bad. I only know who he is because last year we had cable...he won American Idol. He's from Missouri (Blue Springs, near KC) and I just knew that he was going to win.
And we (Clarissa, Becca, Mom and I) got to see him at Leach!
There he is!
Cool lights.
More cool lights.
They posted signs outside the door that said, "No Cameras, Bags WILL be checked!" So Mom took the camera back to the car.
There was no bag check. Therefore, all of these pictures were taken from my phone zoomed in as far as it would go.

We had a great time. Thanks, Daddy!
There he is!
Cool lights.
More cool lights.
They posted signs outside the door that said, "No Cameras, Bags WILL be checked!" So Mom took the camera back to the car.There was no bag check. Therefore, all of these pictures were taken from my phone zoomed in as far as it would go.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009
My Dearest Sisters! I miss you so!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
"Your DU-ty!"
One of Meredith's favorite parts of the show was after Paradox when Amanda says, "Your DU-ty!" and Joel repeats her for emphasis, "Your DU-ty!" So Meredith demonstrated this scene to us a time or two, then Matthew got in on the fun.
It's over?
I can't believe that I cried that much. I guess I expected to cry a little, but I was sobbing my eyes out. I'm such a baby
It's over. I know that I should be sleeping right now, but I just got back from Steak and Shake and I'm all sugared up, thanks to ice cream....so!
My throat is very very sore...I think it's due to the combined effects of sobbing, laughing, singing the show and then singing that weird high-pitched "presto agitato" version of Foeman after meet and greet.
I'm going to miss you all so much....why do we act this way? It's not like the world ends after the final curtain call...but I will miss those brilliant lyrics and the clever ways everyone interpreted their characters. I'll also miss dressing up as my dear purple frilly Edith, and...yes...I'll miss putting in those annoying rollers, although I think I'm getting my hair cut now that the show is over.
I can't believe that I broke parasols on both opening and closing nights, and that out of all the daughters on stage with parasols and all of the shows we did, I was the only one that broke anything. It's a gift...but one that I don't like. I felt absolutely horrible whenever it broke on Opening, but at least on Closing they might not be used for a while, so it can be repaired...maybe. I do feel bad, especially after we were told to be really careful with them. I won't dwell on this any longer, I'll talk about something more positive.
Sleep! I'll go to bed!
Goodnight!
Love you all!
It's over. I know that I should be sleeping right now, but I just got back from Steak and Shake and I'm all sugared up, thanks to ice cream....so!
My throat is very very sore...I think it's due to the combined effects of sobbing, laughing, singing the show and then singing that weird high-pitched "presto agitato" version of Foeman after meet and greet.
I'm going to miss you all so much....why do we act this way? It's not like the world ends after the final curtain call...but I will miss those brilliant lyrics and the clever ways everyone interpreted their characters. I'll also miss dressing up as my dear purple frilly Edith, and...yes...I'll miss putting in those annoying rollers, although I think I'm getting my hair cut now that the show is over.
I can't believe that I broke parasols on both opening and closing nights, and that out of all the daughters on stage with parasols and all of the shows we did, I was the only one that broke anything. It's a gift...but one that I don't like. I felt absolutely horrible whenever it broke on Opening, but at least on Closing they might not be used for a while, so it can be repaired...maybe. I do feel bad, especially after we were told to be really careful with them. I won't dwell on this any longer, I'll talk about something more positive.
Sleep! I'll go to bed!
Goodnight!
Love you all!
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